ANOTHER LAST DAY 



CHAPTER XI 



ANOTHER LAST DAY 



PIGG having curled himself up in his clothes 

 on the kitchen-table, awoke with the first 

 peep of day. He was at the stables 

 betimes, and dressed and fed the horses himself. 

 Mr. Jorrocks was equally early, having been 

 greatly tormented by the old customer, who had 

 appeared to him in his dreams in a variety of ways 

 now running between his legs and upsetting 

 him, now nearly blinding him with a whisk over 

 his eyes from his sandy brush, again as the chair- 

 man of a convivial meeting of foxes who did 

 nothing but laugh and make finger fans to their 

 noses at him, crying, ' Ah, cut his tail ! Cut his 

 tail ! ' and mimicking his holloas and hunting 

 noises ; next sitting on a high stool, in his own 

 counting-house, writing a letter to BelTs Life 



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